Thursday, June 29, 2017

Fated Mates, Incorporated- The premiere dating service company. They promise to find that perfect someone within three pairings.

Liz stepped into the waiting room for Fated Mates, Inc with trepidation. Driven to the dating service by her meddling family, she walks in hoping for something but expecting nothing. What she received was a chance encounter with a hunky tattooed man. Byte happens to be interviewing for his first date assignment as well.

A building-wide power failure causes a lockdown that throws them together and the sparks fly.

Even as her cheeks burned with a fierce blush she could feel all the way to her ears, she pressed her mouth to his. He hesitated a moment before kissing her back. The slow slide of his lips over hers and the warm rasp of calloused palms along the side of her jaw had a low moan slipping from her. The tip of his tongue glided along her lower lip and she thought she’d combust. She opened to him and expected an invasion, but he took his time stroking her, teasing her until she dueled with him and chased his lips with hers when he tried to back away. Even then he only gave her a moment of want before he was back with teeth and tongue.

Justin’s Desserts- Story #2

Fated Mates, Incorporated- The premiere dating service company. They promise to find that perfect someone within three pairings.

Alicia prides herself on the chocolate confections she creates. But running her own business leaves her lonely. When someone pays for her to have a month's services from Fated Mates, Inc. she can't pass up the opportunity and waits impatiently for her first match to contact her.

When Justin walks into her store, Sweet Success, she can't help but melt like the finest of Belgian chocolates.

Naughtiness abounds with melted chocolate, sprinkles and other sticky fun...

“Desserts. You’re supposed to be teaching me about desserts.” Alicia struggled to form coherent words while plastered against his chest.

A rough palm cupped her face and tilted her head back until her gaze was once again caught by his. He slowly brought his lips to hers. Their breaths mingled between their lips. She could taste the spice on his moist exhale and knew she’d die without a taste of him. As if he read her thoughts, he pressed his mouth to hers in a soft, sensual slide. He didn’t press for her to open or invade with his tongue. Instead he nibbled and sipped at her mouth.

Touching Chopper- Story #3

Fated Mates, Incorporated- The premiere dating service company. They promise to find that perfect someone within three pairings.

Chad 'Chopper' Deiter walks into Samantha's physical therapy office and she can't help but trip over her own feet and tongue each time she sees him. All that leather and denim sets her heart racing. When Sam shows up for her first Fated Mates date and Chopper rolls in on his motorcycle she nearly faints.

What's she supposed to do? Blow off her dating service setup or the man she's been eyeing?

The sound of his low groan brought her eyes to his. The look of need shining from his hooded gaze yanked a gasp from her. He leaned down, intent clearly written across her face. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I saw you.”

She didn’t have time to process his statement before warm lips touched hers and strong arms banded around her back. She was pulled flush against his chest and she melted into the embrace. He didn’t force his touch on her, instead he tempted her, entreated with his mouth. Their breaths mingled together as he slid moist lips across hers. Her pussy ached even as she took his hot exhale into her lungs.

Winning Isaac- Story #4

Fated Mates, Incorporated- The premiere dating service company. They promise to find that perfect someone within three pairings.

As one of the techs for Fated Mates, Inc., Casey Michaels leaps into action when the entire virtual system fails. Working for the dating company is rewarding and fun until there's a problem. Of the two-legged variety.

When Isaac Steffens, the man she’s been lusting and crushing over, walks into her office to help she can barely keep her hands to herself. The suggestion to test the interview programs has her panicking, but how can she tell him she’s afraid to let the system record her reaction to him?

The surprise he planned for her will get her geeky heart pumping. Perhaps even Fated Mates employees find their ‘happy ever after’.

A thrill went through her when he groaned and wrapped his arms around her, dragging her against his chest. Gentle fingers cupped her jaw, as he bent to bring their mouths together.

Reality was so much better than the virtual kisses they’d shared. His lips were warm and wet as they feathered across hers. The flick of his tongue against the seam of her mouth had her grinning. She opened for him and turned her head to give him more room to explore. When he teased her tongue with his, she gasped at the sensual feel.

When she needed to breathe she gave his lower lip a nip and grinned. Pulling away from his mouth was one of the hardest things she’d done. He tasted of mint and man, hot and wet with desire. She could have kept kissing him for hours.

Author Bio:

Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rug rats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She's slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life's adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.When Lea isn't reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

He was pulled from his musing by the small
hand on his shoulder. Her scent rolled off her body, tainted with fear as she
lightly squeezed his arm. His restraint snapped. It was too much. The house,
the days gone, the fear of rouge status. He spun, pinning her to the wall with
the full length of his body. A slight huff escaped her lips before she clamped
her eyes and lips shut. Her body relaxed against his body, and she offered her
throat to him. Nick knew that he needed to let her go, but something deeply
imbedded in his psyche pulled him to the cradle of her thighs. The submissive
gestures only inflamed his need to take her and mark her as his. Her warmth and
arousal called to the baser side of his vampire-self. He groaned from a deep, dark
place inside and thrust his hips against hers in a slow, sensual grind,
mimicking all the things he wanted to do to her. His cock rode against her
softer body like heated steel. The need to push himself into her wet core made
his balls ache. He wanted them to be naked, sharing the slick slide of sweat as
he entered her.

Burying his nose in her neck helped soothe
the raging need. Her scent calmed him like nothing else ever had. Blood pounded
through her body in a beautiful rhythm, making his gums itch with the need to
extend his teeth and sip of her nectar. Instead, he placed a light kiss on her
throat and nipped her collarbone before trailing his tongue to her ear. She
moaned and arched slightly against his chest. That was all the invitation he
needed. The rage still pounded through his veins, fuzzing his thoughts and
allowing his primal self to emerge with a roar. He would take her and make her
see that they were meant to be together.

*
* * *

Willie couldn’t stop her body from
responding. Every cell cried out with greed for his touch. His scent enveloped
her mind in a hot, sexual stupor. With the slight pain from the nibble on her
collarbone, her body took over. She reacted with instinctual need. No more
thought. No more worrying about claiming her mate. She needed to feel his body
against hers. Needed to feel his shaft sliding through her folds and pumping
into her, spilling his seed deep inside her body. A hot rush of want flowed
through her body, making her gasp and squirm in his arms. The already soaked
panties she wore were drenched with new arousal. She wrapped her legs around
his waist, welcoming him further into the cradle of her body. She rocked
against him, grinding her pussy against his cock trying to get the sensation
she craved. She could feel the tightening of her clit with each pulse of their
pelvises. His hands moved over her sides, sliding under her shirt, sending passion
threading through her body. She flexed her back, trying to coax his wandering
hands to her aching breasts. They wanted his hands on them, plucking and
kneading her flesh. With a satisfied sigh, she threw her head back as his
fingers finally encircled her engorged nipple, pinching and twisting. The
slight pain ramped up her passion. She groaned when his fingers left her breasts,
only to be replaced by his mouth. Hot licks of desire flicked across her
nipples as he suckled. Each pull of his mouth made her climb closer to a
release.

Her hands threaded through his hair
pulling his mouth to hers. She licked along his lips until he opened his lips,
inviting her inside the warm depths of his mouth. Their tongues twined together
and slid along each other. One of his hands caressed her back and pulled her
closer. The other traveled over her ass and pushed the seam of her jeans against
her slit, adding more pressure and friction to their grinding. She moaned her
need into his mouth. Her orgasm was so close, and they hadn’t even gotten skin
to skin yet. She ground against him faster, harder, trying to get to the top of
the climax climb. She wanted to fall over the edge, feel the release of the
tension and lust crawling over her skin.

She pulled her lips from his with a groan
and slid her lips down his neck, laving the skin with wet kisses and licks.
Instinct had her flexing her jaw muscles, enticing her canines to descend. She
nipped the muscle at the base of his neck and reveled in the dark growl that
vibrated against her chest in response.

A niggling thought crept through the heat
of the moment. As her cougar pushed at her mind and wanted to taste his blood
with wanton bloodlust a flash of reality flickered through her mind. Oh, God. She couldn’t bite him without
claiming him. She whipped her head back and slammed it against the wall, hoping
the pain would bring some sort of semblance of control back to her. A tremor of
fear skated down her spine.

“Please don’t let me bite you.” Her whispered
plea jerked both of them from the passionate fever igniting their bodies.

Nick reared back like she touched him
with a lit match. His eyes glowed an unearthly red, irises still flooded with
blood. Passion pinched his beautiful face, but control slowly bled into his
features. Their breathing, harsh and shallow, echoed through the cavernous
room. Panic and regret crossed his face before he closed his eyes and leaned
his forehead against hers.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Sliding off Jason’s lap was embarrassing and sensual all at the same time. He was definitely hard under her rear and she felt every inch of him as she shimmied off his legs. A blush scorched her cheeks but even that couldn’t put a dent in her happiness. Nope. He wanted her, she wanted him, he felt enough for her to make her take comfort from him, and he was a nice guy. A really sexy nice guy.

Libby tried not to giggle as she watched from the corner of her eye a very uncomfortable Jason move his package around in his jeans. Poor guy. Hope I didn’t put a kink in his pipes.

“What’s so funny over there?”

She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even noticed they were driving again. His teasing tone pulled her from her musings. “Nothing’s funny, just feeling happy.”

“Good.”

Jason’s hand slowly moved across the seat, palm up. She waited to see what he was doing, but he didn’t move once his hand was resting as close to her thigh as his outstretched arm would let him get. Was this just how he rode? It couldn’t be comfortable. While staring his fingers wiggled a little and it made her jump.

She fought the urge to smack herself in the forehead. Chalking it up to years without even the thought of romance she blushed hard again, but entwined her fingers with his. She scooted closer to him so the position didn’t feel awkward. Warmth seeped through her skin and the soft slide of his thumb over hers melted her insides a little.

His skin looked like burnt mahogany under her vampire-pale hand. She hadn’t really thought about how they’d look together. Giving into those types of thoughts had been off limits until, well, an hour ago. She loved the way he looked, handsome, built, beautiful. But seeing his skin next to hers stirred sensual thoughts. The contrasts of his darkness against her cream-colored body would be sinfully gorgeous. She wanted to take photos of him naked, with flowing burgundy and cream sheets. Wonder if his cock is darker or lighter than his chest?

Libby’s other hand was covering her mouth as if she’d actually uttered that question, head pooling so fast in her cheeks she felt faint. She wanted to fan her face but knew he’d ask her about the color. But then, something far more mortifying came to her attention. She was turned on. Enough that she could smell her own arousal. Holy shit buckets.

Glancing at Jason told her everything she needed to know. Her nose wasn’t messed up, and he could smell it to. And by the flaring of his nose and the deep breaths he sucked into his chest he liked the scent.

Jason swung the sledgehammer with enough force to easily split the log he was working on and embed the maul head eight inches into the piece of wood under it. He growled at himself, the fucking tools, the fact he was outside doing manual labor at all, and at Fate for her stupid meddling ways. He’d been comfortable in his pack. They were building, strengthening, becoming a tightknit family. But then it all went to shit and now he was what? Playing second fiddle to a coyote who was a great leader. The other man was awesome, admirable even, and completely loved by his multi-species pack.

If all of that wasn’t enough Jason hadn’t even been the one to dispatch the traitors who’d chased him from his rightful pack. No, it’d been a bobcat for cripe’s sake. A cat. She’d torn them to shreds and nearly lost her life protecting her mate from Amanda and her fucking brothers.

Another log was obliterated as he contemplated the shitty turn his life had taken. Sweat trickled down the middle of his back and he growled again.

“You know the wood never did anything to you.”

Jason whirled around, hammer ready and raised as a weapon even as his other hand shifted enough to allow four inch long claws descend from his fingertips.

“Damn, you’re jumpy.” Zeke Marrow, town goof and damn good mechanic, stood with both hands raised. “I come in peace. Live long and prosper and all that shit.”

Jason stood straighter and dropped the tool onto the ground, pulling his shift back and feeling a tad bad for nearly jumping the man. He apologized, “Fucker.”

They’d never be even, not with the still visible scars on Zeke’s neck and face from the near-death experience Amanda and her brother’s had dealt to the coyote. Jason would never be even with the male. Ever.

“Oh, buck up, buttercup. Trust me at some point you’ll be able to save my ass from something and then we will be even.” The other man laughed. “You have a really open face when you’re internally moping. Beer me, man. I’m parched.”

Jason shook his head but couldn’t stop the smile from banishing the scowl he was trying to maintain. “You’re an ass. Probably why I like you. Come on in.”

They headed into the small cabin Jason was renting and as instructed he grabbed a couple of beers from the ancient refrigerator, shaking his head at the meager contents of the behemoth. Beer, mustard, two mayo packets and a bag of lettuce. Damn, I need to get some food in this place.

“So. What’s up your ass and has your beastie growling at the poor logs outside?”

Jason handed an opened bottle to Zeke and sat at the only other chair in the room. He needed to get some furniture too. One recliner and a kitchen chair wasn’t enough. Why it hadn’t struck him as important before wasn’t something he wanted to look at.

“Life.”

Zeke motioned for him to continue. Jason sighed. “I was feeling bad for myself because of all the crap that’s happened in the last few weeks.”

“There you go. Get in touch with the feelings big guy. You’re surrounded by a bunch of meddling females now, might as well get used to feeling and being in touch with your emasculating side.”

Jason laughed and took a swig of his beer. He knew all about women and had been quite the womanizer back in the day. Hell, he’d even turned on the charm the first few days he’d been in Coyote Bluff, but now he couldn’t care less about the females. Well, beyond his female.

After a few moments of friendly silence he asked the question he really didn’t want the answer to. “So, what you brings you to my castle in the sky?”

Zeke scuffed a booted foot on the weathered wood floor. “Amie. She wanted me to invite you to dinner tonight.”

“Hm, so why are you looking like a kicked pup?”

“She’s inviting Libby too. I think she’s playing cupid and I don’t want to be the one that gets beat up by one of you, probably you or Ames, when the shit hits the fan. But, you know how women are… and I’m mated so.” He shrugged. “Call me pussy whipped and I’ll punch you in the face, but I’d do anything that woman asked me to do.”

“As it should be man, as it should be. Yeah, I’ll come to dinner. As you can see bringing a dish to pass is going to mean a trip to the store is in order, so what does your mate want me to bring?”

“Nothing. Just come to dinner. We’ll be doing some form of barbeque I’m sure. I’m running to Bluff’s on the way home, so anything she wants I’ll pick up.” For a moment the man looked awkward, and for Zeke that was a feat. “So, what’s the deal with you and Libby? I mean, I like the girl and don’t want to see her screwed over, but I’m sorta starting to think you’re an alright guy so…”

Jason wanted to laugh. Never in his life had he met a group of people so willing to overlook faults and issues and embrace everyone equally. He’d showed up as an interloper, another Alpha trespassing in this pack’s territory and they still accepted him with open arms. “There isn’t a deal, Zeke.”

“Sure, so the cavewolf thing you pulled in the barn wasn’t anything? Hm? I mean I was there, and had to help keep you from killing the kid, so yeah, don’t try to blow smoke up my ass.”

“You talk like a chick. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yeah, every day. Ever meet my brother? Stop trying to change the topic. I don’t want you showing up and cockblocking me tonight with drama.”

Jason blinked, and burst out laughing. “This is all about getting into your mate? Dude, relax. I’m not out to hurt Libby. I like her, a lot. If my wolf is right she might be our mate, but right now I’m just trying to get into the friend zone.”

Zeke nodded like Jason had just said something sage and impressive. The dude was seriously wacky but funny and sure as hell trustworthy. So maybe Fate knew what she was doing bringing him to Coyote Bluff.

“Skip asked me to be Beta.” Jason threw out into the silence after the men sat for a few moments quietly drinking their beverages.

“Yep. Knew he would. What did ya say?”

“Told him I’d think about it.”

Zeke nodded. “Think you can Beta to another Alpha after running your own pack?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Jason didn’t know, and didn’t want to find out with a fight to the death with the coyote-in-charge. He shrugged as his answer and Zeke nodded again in understanding.

“Cool. Well, I’ll be at your challenge if you decide to go for Beta. Skip asked us all and it was unanimous. I have to get going but I’ll see you tonight, seven-ish. Okay?”

The men shook hands and Jason watched the crazy coyote stroll down the path toward the bottom of the hill. Yeah, Fate might be a fickle mistress, but this time maybe, just maybe she knew what she was doing.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

“Disrobe and lay on the bed, Maggie. We’ve
talked long enough. I have need of your body.” He stood and methodically
removed his boots and pants. His cock was fully erect and already glistening
with pre-cum. The sight of him almost brought Maggie to her knees. She
scrambled off the bed and with shaking fingers removed the shirt. The urge to
reach out and touch him was almost too much. With a swallow and a sigh, she
looked up into his eyes.

“May I touch you?” Her voice was husky
with need. Warmth flooded her pussy, and she could already feel herself
becoming wet.

“You may touch me, but you will listen to
me if I give instructions.” He took the two steps that separated them and ran
his hands down her arms. Shivers ran through her body with the warmth from his
hands.

She licked her lips and grinned when his
eyes moved to watch her tongue. She licked them again just to watch the desire
flare in the golden depths of his eyes. They darkened to burnt gold with his
need. She reached out a tentative hand and stroked down his chest. He was
hairless across the chest and very warm. Skimming her fingers across his
nipples gained her a low growl and a gasp from him. She grinned. One more step
brought her flush with his body and pressed his cock between their stomachs.
She stroked her hands down his stomach and around to his back, lightly
scratching with her fingernails as she went. He shivered under her hands and
fed her desire to see what other responses he could give her.

She moved her hands over his low back and
down to squeeze his ass. She licked his chest and worked a slow wet path to a
nipple as she stood on her tiptoes. She wasn’t ready for the quickness of his
response and cried out as he grasped her arms and tossed her on the bed. She
righted herself just in time to be pinned down by his body and both arms being
locked in restraints.

“Why are you restraining me again?”
Confusion and need were clouding her thoughts. His heavy body rubbed
seductively along her mound and she separated her thighs to allow his body
closer to hers.

“You were trying to dominate me with your
hands and tongue. I won’t allow that. I may understand your differences, but I
won’t allow you to do those things to me.” He growled, and his anger finally
seeped through her fog.

“You are allowed to taste my cock, but
licking my chest like I was a female won’t be allowed.” He was still scowling
but he seemed less angry. Maggie was confused, but she was starting to
understand what he was talking about. She sighed. If all sexual contact was
going to be under his order, she wasn’t ever going to get to do some of the
things to his body that she wanted to.

“So, I can never really touch you? Kiss
your body? Taste your skin? I really want to. I want to know what you taste
like.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground against his cock to
punctuate her thoughts. Her mind was racing for a way around the man’s need for
control. “What if you were in charge and I ask your permission for each place I
want to explore?”

She watched him ponder her request and
saw the moment he was going to relent. She tried to hide her grin.

“We will try this, but the moment I feel
you are overstepping your limits, I will punish you. Do you understand?” He was
still scowling, but the anger was gone.

“I understand, Master,” she answered,
hoping the title would help her cause. “Would you please release my cuffs so I
may please you?”

He huffed but climbed off the bed and
released her wrists from the restraints. He stood watching her with hooded eyes
that showed both lust and trepidation. She wanted to laugh at the indignation
he was radiating, but that wouldn’t help her need to get off.

“Master, I would like to kiss you and
touch you with my hands. Will you allow it?” She tried to phrase her request to
mollify him. She was really turned on thinking about all the things she wanted
to do to him, and having to ask permission by voicing her actions was making
her hotter.

“You may.” His clipped words were
strained. She could tell he was not enthusiastic about this turn of events.

Maggie approached him with slow steps and
kept eye contact while she walked to him. She reached out with both hands and
ran them up his chest, lightly skimming his nipples and relishing how quickly
they hardened. She skimmed her hands over his shoulders and pulled him down to
her mouth. She watched surprise cross his features a moment before she touched
her lips to his. His lips were warm and soft against hers. She waited a moment
to see if he would take control of the kiss. When he didn’t, she parted her
lips on a sigh and slowly stroked the seam of his with her tongue. He tasted
slightly like the sweet bread they had eaten for breakfast. She pressed her
tongue lightly against his lips trying to get him to open his mouth to deepen
the kiss. She opened an eye to find him staring at her with his brows knitted
together instead of the passion-filled look she was expecting. She pulled her
head away from his with a scowl of her own.

“Why are you licking my face? Is this a
human practice?” he asked.

“I was trying to kiss you. Don’t you kiss
your females?” Maggie was surprised and slightly miffed. He wasn’t supposed to
be scowling at her. He was supposed to be enjoying this so much that he would
let her do other things to him. Maybe she really didn’t know enough to be
seducing him.

Directions:
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Replace the lid and shake
Grab a tall glass, add ice and pour the mixture over the ice. Next, drizzle grenadine down the side of the glass so that it falls to the bottom. Add a slice of lime and cherries. Taste and enjoy!